“Hello James” it says, staring deep into my eyes
I look up at him in terror, unable to even stutter a word, not even death was as terrifying as this THING. It’s voice is male yet female sounding, loud yet quiet, it’s entire being feels like a contradiction. It doesn't make sense at all, there's no way this is “god”,right?.
It tilts its head like a curious dog “hmm? You do seem rather scared” it says matter-of-factly
And just like that. My fear disappears, replaced by nothing. Not apathy, not indifference. It's almost as if I experience true objectivity without any emotions at all, in my thoughts or otherwise. I imagine this is the true pinnacle of what a monk would hope to achieve, and yet it’s just given to me, like that, with no effort it seems.
“You’re not terrified anymore, now talk” it says with that same smile from before yet this time it’s not scary, it really must have done this to me.
“Is this hell?” I ask, taking advantage of my new found calm state.
“This? No, I brought you here for a chat after your little death” it says looking around then goes back staring at me again
It moves it’s head closer to my face, I see his gigantic eyes even closer now. There's no pupil or iris, just black. “I just wanted to let you know that i’ll be sending you to another world, a fantasy world to be precise” it says looking almost amused with itself.
“What? Like an isekai or something?” I ask. Damn it, why did I say “isekai” ? How will something like this know what that is?
“An isekai is-” I say before getting cut off.
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“I know what an “isekai” is, yes it is like that” it says gazing into my soul with its one big eye peering into me, mere feet away
“So, why me?” I inquire
“You just happened to die at the right time, nothing more” it says in that same matter of fact manner.
“I- I don't think I want to go to another world, could I just stay in darkness or whatever the afterlife is. As long as it’s alone, I'm happy” I confess, even with the calm state imposed on me I can't help but stutter the first word.
It just smiles wider “too bad, you died at the wrong time for that to be an option”
“But think. there's elves, orcs, dwarves and even beastmen. Also magic, you can't forget about magic” it says in an almost patronizing way, as if it was trying to cheer up a child.
“I’m probably not going to be very happy once you remove this emotion control you’ve put on me” I say unable to feel any real emotions but still knowing how disappointing this will be.
“Will I be overpowered at least?” I ask trying to find some semblance of reassurance that this will be easy
It creates a wrinkle in it’s eyebrows, it’s the first real detail I've seen on it’s skin yet. It looks uncannily confused, almost “you know, the reason you were a shut-in is because you always look for the easy way out. Try to think of this as another chance to become someone worth something to society”.
“Wait, how do you know that? Are you… are you really god?” I ask
“Some may say that, although I don't call myself that. Rather think of me as existence. That's all I think I will say on that. You don't seem very interested so i’ll say this before i send you off. You will not need to learn the language of the world, you will have an innate understanding of all humanoid languages, not including monsters. You are going to have above average capabilities physically and magically, but not “overpowered” your hard-work will be rewarded” it says seeming almost prideful in it’s explanation
“Right…” I say before thinking to myself that I'll just kill myself once I get into the world so that I can just go to the afterlife already.
“If you kill yourself I'll send you right back” it says seriously for the first time.
Before I can even comprehend what it said, the dark void is gone and the soles of my bare feet get greeted by the damp feeling of moss. I look up and see thick trees reaching over one hundred feet into the air. Then like a freight train all the emotions that were taken away from me were given back to me, I fall back onto the bright green moss which cushions my fall. Tears begin falling down my face and yet I can't help but laugh at all the pressure taken off, of me.
“This is fucking insane” I say holding my head in my hands laughing with tears pouring out of my eyes.
The fresh air cleanses my lungs from the mold and damp in my apartment. The sky is bright blue, it looks like morning time. It’s kind of nice actually.